Boethiah
Dark Messiah
[member="Ari Jade"]
Location: Coruscant
Objective: N/A
Anja had been exploring the world for a short while now; this was the capital of the One Sith -- their world, the world of her ally. For The Primeval this was one of the few worlds they held records of, capital of many empires succeeded and fallen. For the Host Lord -- little did she know -- it would be something much greater, a reflection on her past.
Travelling the underworld was not something done by the most vulnerable and her posture did not represent weakness, those who lived down here were likely criminals or perhaps a few resistance fighters trying to will the power to defeat the Sith. A few Umbaran and Sephi guards escorted her as she traversed the boundaries of many locations, going from cantina's to clubs and casinos to gambling dens. There was so much ill down here, and it displeased her greatly but there was something else... Something she felt but was unsure of what. As a Witch she had begun to devote herself to her new-found powers, developing great and terrible magics alike. She had remembered manifesting the will to destroy her enemies during the rescue operation, although she did not kill the Jedi she did know she could've if she was aware of her power sooner. There was no regret or grudge, the Host Lord did not hold onto her past but it always seemed to be in the reflections. Looking at the puddles of water, leaked from pipes and sourced by artificial reservoirs, she saw a glimpse of her past -- her early days of training to use the vibroblade and to grapple with her fellow students. These reflections were coming up more often and she had little idea why.
Her feet kept at their pace, she continued to walk down the alley until she entered an opening that seemed to be inhabited by no one.
Location: Coruscant
Objective: N/A
Anja had been exploring the world for a short while now; this was the capital of the One Sith -- their world, the world of her ally. For The Primeval this was one of the few worlds they held records of, capital of many empires succeeded and fallen. For the Host Lord -- little did she know -- it would be something much greater, a reflection on her past.
Travelling the underworld was not something done by the most vulnerable and her posture did not represent weakness, those who lived down here were likely criminals or perhaps a few resistance fighters trying to will the power to defeat the Sith. A few Umbaran and Sephi guards escorted her as she traversed the boundaries of many locations, going from cantina's to clubs and casinos to gambling dens. There was so much ill down here, and it displeased her greatly but there was something else... Something she felt but was unsure of what. As a Witch she had begun to devote herself to her new-found powers, developing great and terrible magics alike. She had remembered manifesting the will to destroy her enemies during the rescue operation, although she did not kill the Jedi she did know she could've if she was aware of her power sooner. There was no regret or grudge, the Host Lord did not hold onto her past but it always seemed to be in the reflections. Looking at the puddles of water, leaked from pipes and sourced by artificial reservoirs, she saw a glimpse of her past -- her early days of training to use the vibroblade and to grapple with her fellow students. These reflections were coming up more often and she had little idea why.
Her feet kept at their pace, she continued to walk down the alley until she entered an opening that seemed to be inhabited by no one.